to an artificial voice
after years
of chemically induced sleep
unable to grasp one thought
tightly enough
instead
permitting free-form
until something clicked
meliorism
trapped
strapped
without
ever looking back
trained but pained
our sacrifice
heralded a new dawn
to live in perpetuity
within
the archeology of knowledge
now we has become I
pilot
pioneer
pinioned
for research recidivism restitution
one dog barked at nothing
10,000 others also strayed
into etheric
fields
where dreams
are made of bones
© Shaun Parrin
Shaun Parrin had been writing, over many years, and been published in different genres, although he is not a professional writer outside his day job. He has previously been published in Poetry24 and continues to try this genre.
